nor did the Champions ever again sheathe their
swords, or unlock their armour, till the subversion of those ancient
Empires was accomplished. This being done, they took truce of the
world, and triumphantly marched towards Christendom; in which journey
they erected many stately monuments in remembrance of their victories
and heroical achievements; and through every country that they marched
there flocked to them an innumerable company of Pagans, that desired to
follow Saint George into Christendom, protesting that they wished to
forsake their heathen gods, whose worshippers' chief delight is in the
shedding of human blood and every cruelty. To their requests Saint
George at once condescended, not only in granting them their desires,
but also in honouring them with the favour of his princely countenance.

Once more did the gallant Champion return to England, with the faithful
De Fistycuff, and this time he invited the other six Champions to
accompany him.

Pen would fail properly to describe the magnificent entertainments with
which they were honoured, and the pleasant time they spent there, before
they again set forward on their adventures.

There, sad to relate, the Princess Sabra sickened and died, and with
grief and anguish Saint George raised a magnificent tomb to her memory,
and placed it above her grave. Then, after embracing his three young
sons, he once more set out on his travels.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

THE ADVENTURE OF THE THREE SONS OF SAINT GEORGE.

Numberless were the strange adventures in which the gallant Champions of
Christendom were engaged, and numberless the noble deeds they performed;
of the greater number of which this history, by stern necessity, must be
silent, and many of which can be but briefly described.

For many years Saint George had travelled up and down the world, the
faithful De Fistycuff by his side, nor had news of them been received in
England. His three noble sons had now grown to man's estate, and had
received the honour of knighthood from their Sovereign. When, as they
were visiting one night their mother's tomb, her spirit, in the gentle
form she wore on earth, rose from out of it before their enravished
eyes, and counselled them, as they loved their honoured father's memory,
to go and search him out, and bring him back in safety to his native
land. Thus having spoken, with a sweet smile, she vanished from their
sight.

Well furnished, they set off from England. Sc